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About Port Elizabeth

Lemme tell ya, saw this whore once – legit, downtown, 3 a.m., rockin’ heels higher than my mohawk! I was like, whoa, she’s a warrior! Pissed me off tho – some jackass yelled at her, “Get a real job!” Man, shut up, fool! She’s workin’ harder than you, sittin’ on yer lazy ass. Made me happy seein’ her flip him off – queen shit right there. Little known fact: back in medieval times, whores had guilds, yo! Like, legit unions for hookers – how badass is that? Organized as fuck, dodgin’ the church’s bullshit.

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Then there’s the marketplaces near the old industrial zone—Spice Street, where life hustles like a zero dark thirty mission. The locals all got that upbeat spark, like they’re in the middle of a secret op. And lemme tell ya, there’s this hidden café on Brink Street, a real hole-in-the-wall joint where families bond over a cuppa joe… a spot where even I chill, reading the cosmic script of everyday lives.

Vredendal table grapes volumes down due to December heatwave